Recently while perusing the life commentary in my Facebook stream (who needs TV? FB has everything from soap operas to cat fights to educational fodder), I came across a comment by a friend of a friend, talking about how she’s in a rut from being in the same professional field for many years. Continue reading
My thanks to The Indelibles for hosting this blogfest. Anyone who knows me knows I love a good blogfest.
And everyone likes a good kissing scene. The moment when the main character finally gets lip-to-lip with his or her objet de désir is the culmination of untold hours of longing, fantasy, and anticipated passion. Continue reading
My friend and fellow writer, Juliette Terzieff (tireless Commander in the Zombie Survival Crew), had the incredible opportunity to work with IronE Singleton on his autobiography. I’m totally envious of her opportunity and not a little in awe of his courage in tackling this project – anyone who takes on the task of writing his or her autobiography has taken on a monumental task. From remembering details to keeping it real to setting aside the fear of revealing one’s most inner self, an autobiography is the literary magnum opus of a life. Continue reading
I see you in a certain slant of light, a glimpse of tousled hair and a sleepy grin in the graceful radiance of a fresh spring morning; or a flash of skin, kissed golden, sun-drenched and warmed by the lazy beams of a sultry summer afternoon; or in pensive silhouette against a blazing autumn sky, painted red and gold and orange as evening claims the waning day; or washed in the cold blue light of a dying winter’s day, your eyes reflective pools of twilight chill and snow and ice. you live in every slant of light, in every hour of every day. you’re everywhere except here
(This was written for my upcoming novel Sundown, the third book in The Devil’s Mansion series)
- Seeing afresh in slanted light (chrysalisjourney.wordpress.com)
I’ve been thinking rather heavily upon the idea of New Year’s resolutions. And I’ve decided that this year, I’m not going to make any. The words “New Year’s resolution” have a temporary ring to my ears, perhaps because of so many jokes about people’s resolve lasting until January 2, or maybe because of so many of my failed resolutions in the past. New Year’s resolutions seem to be something one is expected to kick to the curb with no backward glance, and I find I am just not satisfied with that prospect. Continue reading
Let’s talk characters today. More to the point, let’s talk about characters with serious personality flaws. The following text is an excerpt from a review of Condemned on BarnesandNoble.com:
“I also have a problem with the heroine making stupid choices especially when it drives apart her marriage. It reminds me of those insipid romance stories with all the simpering angst when you know they are going to end up together. I still think Kim made the wrong choice because she did not consider her husband nor her children. I understand about miracles however I don’t think we should take such HUGE risks and rely on miracles to see us through–rather self-centered.” Continue reading
I’ve shared many things with you, dear readers, some of them painful for me, most of them painful for you. But you’re still hanging around, you masochists, so I’m about to inflict even more abuse upon your tender heads.
Allow me to share the latest skirmish in my ongoing, exasperating, fiercely waged war with autocorrect (like you have any choice other than to stop reading now). I’ve never before shared my legendary difficulties with autocorrect with the masses, mostly because I’m not just losing each battle but I am losing the war. Being a writer, that’s kinda embarrassing. Continue reading
I realize I don’t blog as much as I should. I’m sitting here right now while Long-Suffering Spouse, WonderBoy, and La Princessa are recovering from a walk with the buttercup (which temporarily ended my daily Dora the Explorer purgatory), thinking about stress. They say confession is good for the soul. You know why? It relieves stress. You’ve admitted your secrets, someone has reacted – either better than you imagined or worse than you feared – and they’re no longer knocking around inside you, making you crazy with guilt, shame, and dread of someone finding out. So here are my confessions, and with any luck my stress will
become yours be much relieved. Continue reading
My husband brought the mail in Thursday, but thankfully I didn’t see it until yesterday morning. Before work, he tossed a nice little official-looking letter from the IRS, addressed to Running Ink Press, onto my side of the dining room table. I thought to myself, “Uh-oh, I wonder if I checked a wrong box or something on the business return.”
Well, that was sort of the issue.
I opened the envelope, pulled out the letter, and promptly had heart failure. Not a “did you mean to check this box” kind of letter, but a “you owe $4,680 in late-filing penalties” letter.
SAY WHAT?! I knew for a fact that I sent the tax filing in LONG before April 16. So I pawed through my file of RIP-related paperwork and found the return. Dated February whatever. Form 1065, as it should be. For tax year 2010.
2010!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?! Continue reading
Since it’s a birthday blog hop, I’m going to talk about a birthday tradition in my family. This started with my mother, and we’ve carried it forward through the years with our own children.
I don’t come from a family with a lot of money – and I still don’t have a lot of money. So when you’re talking shoestring budgets, going out to eat for everyone’s birthday – and taking the entire family – is a financial burden designed to topple the precarious house of cards known as personal finances. Continue reading